Summary

It's been a year since they fought off the Chitauri, and while they work well together in the field, Steve and Tony can't seem to stop getting caught arguing afterwards. The public are getting concerned. Obviously, the answer is marriage.

Summary

“God, he is old, huh?” Johnny said. draping an arm around Tony again. “Dude, it’s not even late, and it’s Friday night.” And Steve decided then that he was going. Screw this jerk Storm, or Torch, or whatever he called himself.

Summary

Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they'd had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said 'freak' and Lily had hissed 'better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy--'

And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric's Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry's always had.

She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. "I think he's asleep," James mouthed over Harry's tousled head. His hair was the same mess, his head bent down as he peered at his sleeping son.

Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. "James," she said. "How are we going to do this?"